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Quinlan had gone on from there to explore more enterprises. Most of the projects were hot rockets–exuberant bursts of flame that lit up the sky for a while and then fizzled off into the horizon. Quinlan’s talent, it seemed, lay in buying low and selling high. The buzz had it that he’d acquired a small fortune along the way while his associates barely managed to limp off the battlefield.

From Painted Black, the novel

Philip Quinlan, just a harmless investor in a revolutionary new embalming process. What harm could he possibly do?

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If you want to get a taste for what Painted Black the novel is about, Download two of my short stories. One of them even has a couple of characters you may recognize from the little teaser quotes I’ve been posting here.

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Sidney Cole was good with his hands. Always had been. As a kid he’d had a thing for Play-Doh. The clay beneath his fingers, warm and pliable, willing to be pressed into any shape he wanted. He used to work for hours at the table by his bedroom window, while the shadows from the metal bars of the fire escape grew deep and long and then began to fade again.

What the Hell?

Chicago, freeze-dried bodies, kids sleeping on the streets. That's what this blog is about. What's what my novel is about. Dark urban graffiti, hard rock music and doing what you gotta do to survive. Small glimpses of the novel mix with snapshots from real life. You tell me which posts are real and which are fiction. If you can.